Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Snippet from Full Exposure

I'm so excited that Random House is re-issuing Full Exposure on October 28th. Full Exposure is the first book I ever wrote and I will always have a soft spot for it :) So, to celebrate the fact that release day is only a week away, I thought I'd put up a super sexy excerpt. Enjoy :)

Excerpt:

The contrast between the bright, warm outdoors and the cool darkness
of the photography museum took a few moments to get used to. As Serena paused
to get her bearings, Kevin reached for his wallet to pay the admission price,
but Serena stopped him.

“My surprise, my treat,” she said, pulling out a twenty dollar bill.

Kevin eyed her in surprise. “I don’t mind—”

“I do.” She squeezed his hand before turning to the elderly woman
behind the desk. “Two please.”

“I only charged you half price, since we’re closing in about
forty-five minutes,” she was told as the woman gave her more change than she
expected. “That’s why we’re just about empty.”

Perfect. Anticipation thrummed through Serena as she tugged Kevin
into the main collection room. “Thanks. That’s great,” she called over her shoulder.
“We just want to look around a little.”

They strolled through the main gallery looking at the photos by
numerous photographers. Kevin stopped before two photos with artificially
bright colors that ran together. “I like these,” he murmured, studying the
pictures of a street fair. In the first, all the people and booths blurred
together in a surreal riot of color with only the perfect sandcastles in the
distance in focus. The second had the same blurred colorscape, but it focused
on the once perfect sandcastles being destroyed as children in brightly colored
suits ran through them.

He glanced down to see the photographer’s name, felt a jolt when he
realized they were Serena’s. His eyes flew to hers and she shrugged. “My one
and only museum pieces.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, effectively shutting down his
argument. “Come on. I want to see Glenn’s work.” She pulled him into one of the
smaller rooms of the main one.

It took him a moment to adjust to the near total blackness in the
room, the darkness illuminated only by the small spotlights focused
individually on each of the photos on the wall. As his eyes gradually adjusted,
he took in the images closest to him. His body stiffened a little more with
each frame that he looked at.

He reached out, snagged Serena’s hand as she moved away from him. “Exactly
what kind of exhibit is this?” he asked.

She grinned slyly, tugging her hand from his. “Glenn specializes in
erotic photography.”

Kevin sucked air through his teeth as he hardened instantly. He
stared at a particularly provocative black-and-white photo of a man on his
knees in front of a woman. They were both dressed, but her skirt was hiked up
to her waist. And though the camera was angled in such a way that it was
impossible to see the details, the look on the woman’s face spoke volumes about
what was going on.

His overactive libido substituted Serena’s gorgeous face and body
for the woman’s in the photograph and he felt himself growing harder still. He
shifted, trying to make his erection a little less noticeable.

Until he saw the next picture in the series. The same woman was
laying on a bed, her dress gone and her thighs spread open as she rested on her
elbows. Though her underwear covered as much as a bathing suit, once again it
was the look in her eyes and the energy pouring through her that told the
story. Last night, Serena had been in just that position. Her beautiful back
arched, her gorgeous breasts lifted for his mouth, her silken thighs laid open
for him.

Suddenly a powerful surge of lust hit him, so powerful, in fact,
that he was afraid to move in case he totally lost it. What the hell was wrong
with him? He was an artist, had studied erotic art and photography in school
and had never reacted to it like this. So why now, when he wanted to be cool
and suave, was he reacting like a sex-crazed teenager?

Serena’s spicy perfume tempted him almost beyond bearing as she came
back to him, reaching out a hand to grasp his. “Do you like?” Her voice was low
and teasing.

He cleared his throat, tried not to embarrass himself. “What’s not
to like?”

“That’s what I say,” she said with a grin. “Come here, I want to
show you my favorites.”

She dragged him over to a corner display of three black-and-white
photos. The second he was close enough to see, his entire body tightened to the
point of agony. The first photo showed a man and a woman in evening clothes.
They were running in the rain, and though they had an umbrella, the woman’s
white dress was plastered to her body, revealing shadows of both her nipples
and her pubic hair. In the second photo, the man had her backed up against a
brick wall. His body pressed intimately against hers while his hands tangled in
her wet hair and his mouth brushed kisses on her neck.

The final photo showed him cupping her ass while she wrapped her
legs around his waist. Her skirt was bunched between them and her head rested
against the wall as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. As he stared,
wordlessly, at the picture, flashes of Serena in just such a position whirled
through his mind. Her beautiful breasts spilling over the top of her dress. Her
long, elegant legs wrapped around his waist. Her head thrown back in ecstasy as
he pumped into her again and again.

The image was so real he nearly came right there in the middle of
the museum. Clearing his throat, Kevin blinked and shook his head, trying
desperately to chase the image of Serena in the middle of an orgasm from his
mind.

“So, what do you think?” she asked.

“About what?” He didn’t turn and look at her, knowing that he’d grab
her if he did. Not that looking at the photographs was doing much to calm him
down, but he’d take what he could get in a crisis.

She laid her hand on his arm, waited patiently until his eyes met
hers. “About the pictures.”

He cleared his throat again, a gesture that was getting to be a
habit around her. “I like them. Especially the last one. It’s very . . .” His
voice trailed off.

“Sensual?” she asked, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Realistic?
Arousing?” She stepped closer, glancing down at his very obvious erection as
she did.

“Uh, definitely. All of those.” He took a step back, his pride
smarting over having to retreat from her. But Serena was so into the photos he
didn’t want to ruin it for her by acting like a total pervert who couldn’t
handle some really beautiful adult art.

“I think so too.” She moved another step closer to him, her breasts
nearly brushing his chest before she turned back to the photos. “I’ve seen them
before, right after Glenn finished them. The last one’s my favorite too. You
can see the passion between them, not just in the obvious sexual position. But
in the details.

“See how her hands are on his shoulders? They’re not just resting
there. They’re clinging, the fingers digging in as she arches her lower body
against him.” Her hands rested on his shoulders, lightly caressing him through
his jacket.

“And his hands aren’t just grabbing her ass so he can fuck her. Look
at him. He’s pulling her into him possessively—claiming her as his, branding
her with more than just his cock.” One hand skimmed down his back to rest
firmly on his ass while the other continued to massage his shoulders.

“Look how she’s offering herself to him. He isn’t just taking, she’s
giving. Look at how she’s thrusting her breast into his mouth. You can tell
that she’s begging for more. That she wants his mouth everywhere at once.” She
stepped behind him, thrust her breasts against his back as her hands crept
around to his chest, her fingers lightly flicking against his rapidly hardening
nipples.

“Her head’s thrown back, exposing the slender column of her throat.
A totally defenseless position. Her legs are wrapped around him, once again
giving him the position of power. She’s so vulnerable that he could hurt her,
easily. A hand around her throat, a too violent thrust. But he doesn’t. He’s as
vulnerable to her as she is to him.” She rested her head against his shoulders
even as she began stroking his erection through his pants, hand over hand.

Kevin reached down, trapping her hands against him as he thrust
helplessly against her. He couldn’t remember ever being this turned on in his
entire life. Each breath burned violently through his lungs. Each beat of his
heart thudded painfully in his chest. Each caress of her fingers pulsed through
him, until his cock was so hard he felt like it could hammer nails through
concrete. Literally.

He thrust one more time against her hands and then stilled. He
turned, pulling her into his arms as he lowered his mouth to her ear. “Let’s go
find the limo,” he murmured.

“The limo?” Her eyes were almost as glazed as his.

“I’ll die if I’m not inside you. Soon.”

She licked her lips, even as she wrapped her arms around his neck
and pressed against him. “Here. Now.”

“Right now?” He wanted to protest, to tell her all the reasons it
was a bad idea. But her words whirled through him, taking his excitement to a
level he hadn’t thought possible.

She nodded, pulling him into the dark and shadowed corner. “Right
now.” She opened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He nearly shouted in
ecstasy when his cock sprang free of the confining clothes as her talented
fingers slowly lowered his zipper.

But he had to be sure she knew what she was doing, had to be sure
she really wanted this. “Serena, we should stop. Go somewhere more private.”
Though it cost him dearly, he stopped her gentle stroking with his own hands.

“I don’t want to.” She licked her lips, pulled him with her as she
backed up against the wall.

He pulled back, studied her face. “Are you sure?”

“You worry too much,” she murmured, leaning forward and blowing a
stream of warm air against his ear. “Touch me.” Serena guided his hand under
her skirt and up to her hot, wet folds.

His fingers found her, stroked her clit before he could stop
himself. “You’re not wearing any—”

“Nope. Just a garter belt and stockings. Nothing else.”

“Damn,” he breathed, slipping a finger inside of her. “You feel so
good.”

She moaned low in her throat, arched her hips and pulled him deeper
inside of her. “So do you. Now fuck me before I explode.”

The vulgar words speared through him, increasing his excitement to a
fever pitch. With a groan, he slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her
against the wall. His cock pressed urgently against her, wetness already
leaking from its head.

“Wait,” she cried breathlessly, reaching into the very top of her
stocking and pulling out a condom. “You need this.”

How could he have forgotten? He moved to take it from her, but she
tore the package open with her teeth and slowly, slowly rolled the thin barrier
over him. By the time the thing was on he was desperate for her. With one hard
thrust he buried himself to the hilt, loving the feel of her tight, wet muscles
around him.

“Mon
Dieu, Serena. You’re wicked.” Again and again he pounded
into her willing body.

“I know.” She pushed against him. “Harder, Kevin. Please. Harder.”

Her long legs were locked around him. Her head was thrown back. Her
nipple was in his mouth. One hand was wrapped around his shoulders and the
other slipped between them to stroke her clit as she pleaded with him. He gave
her what she wanted, thrusting harder and deeper than he ever had before.

As he filled her completely, as he pounded into her as hard and as
fast as possible, it came to him. He loved this woman. Loved everything about
her, from the calm and cool woman she showed the public to the hot-blooded,
passionate woman who made love to him better and hotter than anyone ever had.
He loved holding her in his arms, loved watching her sleep, loved her strengths
and her vulnerabilities.

As the realization of his feelings for her swept through him, so did
the urgent need to come. “Serena, mon amour,” he gasped. “I can’t last
much—”

With a low, keening cry she shattered, her muscles milking him until
he too let go of his control and came apart in her arms.